"They were selling bodies to the Germans."

Evening inside Colonel Perrin's office it was full of smoke and heavy smell of whiskey.

Lieutenant General Delon sat at the head of the table, his face shadowed under the dim light of the oil lamp.

Beside him, Major Lucien Varenne held a folder in his gloved hands, his expression disturbingly neutral.

Across from them, Colonel Perrin sat stiffly, his hands clenched into fists, his face pale as he braced himself for what was coming.

Varenne flipped open the file and cleared his throat.

"Sir, these are the confirmed reports from the interrogation and troop investigations."

A pause.

Then, the words that made the air in the room turn ice cold.

"We have over thirty confirmed traitors."

Perrin exhaled sharply, his fingers twitching as he reached for his glass.

Delon's eyes darkened. "Continue."